He made a body in the lab. He bought or stole all the pieces of human body he needed, and carefully put them all together. He did not let anybody enter his laboratory or flat. While he was doing this awful work. He was afraid to tell anybody his terrible secret. He wanted to make a beautiful man, but the face of the creature was horrible. Its skin was thin and yellow, and its eyes were as yellow. Its long black hair and white teeth were almost beautiful, but the rest of the face was very ugly. Its legs and arms were the right shape, but they were huge. He had to use big pieces because it was too difficult to join small pieces together. His creature was two and a half metres tall. He had worked to make this creature for a year, but now it looked terrible and frightening. He almost decided to destroy it but he had to know if he could put life into it.
He joined the body to the wires from his machine. More wires joined the machine to the mast. He was sure that his machine could use electricity from lightning to give life to the body. Once he saw dark clouds in the sky, and knew a storm was coming. At about one o'clock in the morning the lightning came. His mast began to do its work immediately, and the electricity from the lightning travelled down the mast to his machine. After a few minutes, he saw the creature's body begin to move. Slowly, terribly, the body came alive. Its arms and legs began to move, and slowly it sat up. The dead body had been an ugly thing, but alive, it was much more horrible. He wanted to escape and ran out of the laboratory and filled with fear at what I had done. Since he last fell asleep with full of terrible dreams. He woke up and saw the horrible thing he had created was standing by the bed. He jumped off the bed and ran downstairs into the garden and stayed there all night. When morning came, he went out into the town and began to walk without notice where walking, but soon he came to the station. A train from Geneva had just arrived, and he saw his dear friend Henry Clerval. Frankenstein was very happy and took Henry back to flat. During that time He was very ill for two months, and Henry stayed and looked after him. Frankenstein wanted to go home. He packed all his stuffs and was feeling very happy when the postman arrived with some letters. One of the letters ended his short time of happiness.